bahamas – caught me thinking

Pluck the strings and the slide down the neck and warble and ring, into hyper drive and pluck that teenage beat, and feel the summer sand beneath your feet, and I am living in this 1950’s black and white beach blanket dream, with all the tension of this Tuesday evening breeze, I am, minute by minute reminding myself to breathe, as the summer beat paints pictures of the past, the future fights for position but just can’t grasp, a position in my mind that will last, and all I am now is in the moment without thinking like water glassed.

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